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| A LIFE on the ocean wave, | |
| A home on the rolling deep; | |
| Where the scattered waters rave, | |
| And the winds their revels keep! | |
| Like an eagle caged, I pine | 5 |
| On this dull, unchanging shore: | |
| Oh! give me the flashing brine, | |
| The spray and the tempest’s roar! | |
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| Once more on the deck I stand, | |
| Of my own swift-gliding craft: | 10 |
| Set sail! farewell to the land! | |
| The gale follows fair abaft. | |
| We shoot through the sparkling foam | |
| Like an ocean-bird set free;— | |
| Like the ocean-bird, our home | 15 |
| We ’ll find far out on the sea. | |
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| The land is no longer in view, | |
| The clouds have begun to frown; | |
| But with a stout vessel and crew, | |
| We ’ll say, Let the storm come down! | 20 |
| And the song of our hearts shall be, | |
| While the winds and the waters rave, | |
| A home on the rolling sea! | |
| A life on the ocean wave! | |
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